Quiet Day

I am having a quiet day.  I walked to Makro for bread and milk and it was nearly an hour all told.  The walk was brisker at the start than the finish, but it was something.  I have spent a lot of the day taking commas out of Digging up the Past.  That is a job of work in itself as I suffer very badly from excess commas.

Someone is spreading out tarmac in the street.  As the road looks like something out of a historical drama and the potholes are more like swimming pools in some places I am not asking too many questions about where the tarmac came from or exactly who they are.  They are tamping it down nicely as well.  This is going well with the late eighties music coming at full volume from the house behind and will soon be mixing with bear's piano practice.  So while it is technically a quiet day with just stuff like washing and dishwasher and so on it is still remarkably noisy.

The Chilli vacuum cleaner is not playing nicely either.  I think I need to wash the filter after use.  Still the stairs and the easy bits of the living room and study are less dusty so that is something.  I keep yearning after a dyson but I think I will have to wait for that.

I am waiting to see what bear will say about his lunch.  He has been grumbling about his sandwiches for a while.  He wants to go back to the wraps and lunchables that he had when I was poorly and I am not willing.  Negotiations are ongoing but as he has complained about chicken and ham he got fish paste today.  At least he is back on a proper breakfast.

And now I have washing on the line it has started to rain - have to go!